Pablo & Gunner

Keep rollin', told me to keep rollin', uh

A street soldier, funerals before this beef over

Malik Yoba, undercover type that keep notice

Humble as ever, when I speak, sober

Came with Georgia plates on a peach Rover

Why? 'Cause addiction, no less than three sodas

Sweet odor

Smellin' like Granny back in the kitchen, like, "Who need cola?"

Trap in the banny, back in position, **** is weak soldiers

I'm back for my spot, ****, your lease over

Hood elected us, C and East, my ****, the streets voted

Chasin' T.D. Runners, keep me a scam

Bleed with my man, touchin' more than I can reach with my hand

The flyest ever, it look different when you see me on land

It came in light, it came in dark, call it Gina and Pam

It went from watchin' Martin to us coppin' carbon

Played the liquor store like we was alcoholics

Know they on us, trap regardless

Automatics, packed revolvers, trappin', duckin' the black Impala

Ain't tryin' to be in the back of the wagon

I'm stashin' my pack and I'm back mañana

Cookin' Madonna, sweat in a sauna

Lost some weight, but I'm a grinder

Front-liner, whenever it's drama, know where to find us

On my mama

See through that bullshit, you can't blind us

Like the horses with the blinders

Came with horses in the 'Rari, you need a fortune just to sign us

Bust here, the marijuana, with your bitch, we at Katana

Eatin' steak and fried rice, highlight, this our life

Everything tailored, word to Teyana

White girl around us, call her Madonna

White boy'll kill you, that's word to Dom

Celine in his casket, die in designer

Try to be honest, really don't care if it's not 'bout no commas

I ball for them bucks like Giannis

These fish can't swim with piranhas

Nipsey, I'm shinin'

Nipsey, we climbin', I know you proud of your ****

We bombin', ****, we rockin', ****, we rollin'

Shit ain't gon' stop, we takin' it over

****, you ain't a weight-holder

Four in the baby, you pushin' a stroller

Pot bust, I'm cookin' it over

Veterans here, you rookies is over

Sit on my shoulders

Kept us some powder, Johnson & Johnson

Took it from Johnson way out to Compton

Get rich or die trying, not really no option

I think of Bully when I slide through Bompton

Pablo and Gunner, got so much in common

Talkin' 'bout Chris, not 'cause of a dub

I don't need much, just show me some love

The homies that died, they still on my conscience

Original grinder, shit'll get physical

**** put under, it's bigger than critical

Somebody dyin', clutchin' a pole on they side

Duck when the bullets is flyin'

Duck when the bullets is comin', just look at them pussies, they runnin'

Them bullets keep hummin', them drummers, they come with a hundred

You **** ain't bobbin' and weavin' the storm when I thunder

South summer, ****

South summer, ****, yeah